Volume 1, Chapter 62: Old Bastard, You Will Surely Die Today

The vehicle moved forward slowly, and they remained constantly on guard against their surroundings.

Not far away, amidst a cluster of nameless, rolling hills, that familiar aged face wore a mocking expression. "Today, we shall deliver Lu Jing's corpse to the President and earn ourselves a handsome contribution."

He patted the massive flash leopard beneath him. "Let's go. We'll head ahead and lie in wait to see if we can take out their energy transport."

"Roar!" The flash leopard let out a low growl.

The man in the black robe extended a terrifying arm, its flesh looking as though it had been gnawed away by something.

That made sense. Xie Wuji thought of the "Tiger Claw Ultimate Destruction Hand," a claw technique created by Yu Lianzhou based on the "Tiger Claw Technique" after he switched to practicing the internal martial art "Pure Yang Wuji Skill." Presumably, this claw technique must be driven by internal energy. However, the exact details would still need to be confirmed directly with Yu Lianzhou.

Chen Feng frowned, looking somewhat dissatisfied. If people in the cultivation world were to find out that he had reached the intermediate stage of Loose Immortality in a mere month, their jaws would likely drop in shock.

Such an incident was considered a scandal for the nursing home. Although that was not how things actually happened, if enough people spread the rumor, eventually some would choose to believe it.

"Brother Li, sorry to trouble you again just now. If my profession weren't a police officer, I would have gone over and beaten those bastards up myself," Ling Zi said, chatting with Qin Li while sitting in the courtyard.

By now, the news of Elder Wang's worsening condition had spread like wildfire. Wang Mengqi was certain that the Hongmen faction would make a move, and their next step would likely be finding a way to deal with Qin Fan. Therefore, Wang Mengqi had rushed over immediately to give Qin Fan advance warning so he could make preparations.

"Water, is there any water?" Waking up, Xiang Yu felt an intense and agonizing heat throughout his body, his throat feeling as parched and painful as if it were on fire.

The old man feigned having subdued Chen Feng, and the two of them went outside, climbing into a black sports car parked there. Once inside, Chen Feng made the old man check how much time was left before the explosion.

At this point, Li Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped speaking, fixing her gaze on Liang Fei with a playful, mischievous smile.

Dong Wanrou's bright, dark eyes shimmered with brilliance. Had Qin Fan not happened to return from abroad just in time, she truly would not have been able to handle Cheng Wei and his gang.

He Xin gently tapped his waist, and a streak of black light converged toward his right arm. In less than a second, it transformed into a fluid, stream-lined firearm, its menacing muzzle—resembling five dragon heads—aimed and firing toward Xiao Yong and Ye Sheng.

Strictly speaking, the previous entity consisted not only of a dark clone but also a mimetic clone. Now, with the clones fused into one, it was Chu Yang's perfect avatar.

Madam Xue felt both wronged and furious. She opened her mouth to retort, but was cowed into silence by a fierce, stern glance from Magistrate Xue, her lips moving without any sound coming out.

Anyone who has studied physics knows that when a person looks at a fish in water, the fish's position is not where it appears to be; its actual location is deeper than what the human eye perceives.

With this thought, he was originally about to dismiss the servant, but then, hesitating as if struck by a sudden thought, he furrowed his brow slightly and turned to walk out of the room instead.

Driven by a powerful wave of curiosity, Yan Tianyou's eyes remained fixed intently on the glittering "treasure" embedded in the cliff face, desperate to see what on earth it truly was.

Yet today, Li Qingwan had stated with absolute conviction that she refused to allow Yan Tianyou to be with Min'er. Yan Tianyou, who had never once contradicted Li Qingwan before, finally erupted. He was deeply fond of Min'er; she carried the emotional sustenance of both his past and present lives—how could he possibly be expected to abandon this relationship?

Everything had been going smoothly until close to 11:00 PM, when the elderly couple lay down in bed.

Regarding this point, Liang Bingchao had actually entertained such thoughts for a long time, but considering that the domestic environment was simply too favorable and no other place in the world could match China's current speed of wealth accumulation—with entertainment being a major category of consumer spending among citizens—he had remained hesitant.